Stop. Asking. That. Question.
You’re scrolling through your feed on a Friday afternoon. You see that post. “The weekend is here again! What are your sexy plans?”
And you feel that little knot in your stomach. That little pang of anxiety. Because you know your plans are about as “sexy” as a wet sock.
Your plan is to doom-scroll. To watch Netflix. To maybe get drunk on cheap beer and play video games until your eyes bleed. You’ll order a mediocre pizza and call it a “treat.”
You have no “sexy plans.” You have LOSER plans.
And you’re waiting for someone else to comment something exciting so you can live vicariously through their pathetic little existence. “Ooh, Sarah’s going to a bottomless brunch!” Wow. How revolutionary. Getting drunk at 11am on prosecco you can’t afford. Top Slaylebrity activity.
Let me tell you what “sexy plans” look like for a winner. For a Slaylebrity who is actually living in the real world.
“Sexy plans” isn’t about what you’re consuming. It’s about what you’re BUILDING.
While you’re on your third episode of some garbage reality show, my “sexy plan” is to be in the gym. Forging a body that commands respect. Making a deposit in the bank account of my physical sovereignty.
While you’re sleeping until noon because you have “nothing to do,” my “sexy plan” is to be on a conference call closing a deal in a different time zone. Making money while you’re dreaming about making money.
My “sexy plan” is to strategize for the week ahead. To outplan and outwork every single one of my competitors who are too busy getting “bottomless” brunch.
My “sexy plan” is to take my car, my ACTUAL car, not the virtual one in your video game, out for a drive. To feel the power of an engine I earned with the value I provide to the world.
My “sexy plan” is to read. To acquire knowledge you don’t have. To think thoughts you’re incapable of thinking because your brain is rotted from digital consumption.
You think “sexy” is a Instagram post at a crowded bar.
I think “sexy” is a quiet room where a fortune is being built.
You think “sexy” is getting a phone number.
I think “sexy” is getting a return on an investment.
We are not the same.
Your weekend is a two-day vacation from the miserable reality you’ve built for yourself.
My weekend is just two more days in the empire I am constructing.
So your question, “what are your sexy plans?” is a trap for the weak. It’s a question designed to make people like you feel bad about your pathetic life so you’ll spend money you don’t have to simulate a life of value.
Stop worrying about what’s “sexy” to the crowd.
Start building a life that is POWERFUL to you.
Now get off this app and go do something that actually matters.
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You’re scrolling through your feed on a Friday afternoon. You see that post. The weekend is here again! What are your sexy plans?”l And you feel that little knot in your stomach. That little pang of anxiety. Because you know your plans are about as sexy as a wet sock. You have no sexy plans. You have LOSER plans.
